Ouran Academy. A prestigious, rich school that has many classrooms and four whole library rooms. Problem is, there are four libraries but they are full of talkative, rich students that just don't know how to follow simple library procedures.

Haruhi Fujioka and her younger sister, Y/n Fujioka, stand in front of library room four, peaking through the cracked open doors, staring at the large amount of students that were talking instead of actually using the library as a place to study and work on some school assignments.

Haruhi sighs and closes the door to the library. Y/n follows her older sister to a red, carpeted, two-way staircase.

'This place has four library rooms. You'd think one of them would be quiet.' Haruhi thought as she and her sister paraded up the steps.

Haruhi and Y/n began to walk through a wide, empty hallway, passing by some windows that granted some light to seep inside. The only sound that could be heard was the tapping of their shoes as they continued down the empty corridor. The two sisters stopped walking when they heard a flock of birds from outside. They both turned to face the window and saw some white doves fly through the breeze outside.

'How are things in heaven, mom?' Haruhi began. 'I can't believe it's been ten years already.' The two sisters advanced to walk down the hallway. 'I'm beginning to think that rich kids only come to school to have a good time.'

The two brown haired girls stopped in front of a room that was labeled as 'music room three.'

"It seems to be an abandoned music room." Y/n stated. "Maybe there's no one in there."

"I guess this is the only place we'll be able to study in peace and quiet, Y/n." Haruhi said as she placed her hand on the door handle and pushed open the door.

Once the double-doors were fully open, the two siblings were met with red rose petals that graciously glided out of the room and a bright, blinding, white light.

"What the-" Y/n mumbled as she hid her brown eyes away from the bright light and attempted to not end up choking on a rose petal.

"Welcome."

Y/n looked inside the room when she heard a chorus of unfamiliar voices welcome her and her sister. Her eyes stayed squinted to prevent the bright light from burning her eyes until the light simmered down to where she could normally keep her eyes open and to not feel like they're on fire. Inside she found six boys that were in the center of the room. Five out of the six boys were standing, while the one with blond hair and violet eyes sat in a red chair.

"What is this place?" Y/n thought aloud, her eyes holding questioning, yet a cautious definition in them.

"Why, this is the Host Club, of course," the blond haired boy that was sitting in the chair began with a charming smile. "The Ouran Host Club is where the schools handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful."

The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of a clock.

"This is a Host Club?" Haruhi nervously spoke, sweat dropping in affront panic.

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" Y/n enquired, equally as nervous as Haruhi.

With their backs against the closed doors, Y/n and Haruhi tried to find the door handle to get out of the room with sweat on their foreheads. Their aim was, unfortunately, unsuccessful as their hands fumbled and bumped into each other's.

"Oh wow, it's a boy." Two young males said at the same time. They were identical twins with auburn colored hair. "Well, and a girl."

"Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe this young man and young woman are in the same class as you, aren't they?" A boy with raven, black hair and prescription glasses questioned while looking at the two twins identified as Hikaru and Kaoru.

"Yeah, but they're shy. They don't act very sociably, so we don't know much about them." The twins answered with a shrug.

"Hm." The boy with glasses hummed with a closed eyed, limited smirk on his face. "Well, that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. and Ms. Honor Student." He greeted, looking at the two girls while the identical twins stood behind him, looking at each other with their hands out in a shrug.

"What? You must be Haruhi and Y/n Fujioka!" The blond haired boy with violet eyes chimed in.

Haruhi and Y/n had their backs towards the six boys while they tried to open the door, desperately trying to get out of that room.

"You're both the exceptional honor students we've heard about!" The schoolboy with blond hair added.

The two sisters stopped struggling with the door and turned their heads to glance timidly at the so-called 'Host Club.' "How did you know our names?" They both asked apprehensively.

"Why, you're both infamous. It's not every day that a commoner gains entrance into our academy." The boy with glasses answered with a matter-of-fact tone. The Fujioka sisters were now completely facing the Host Club as the raven haired boy continued to talk. "You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student, Mr. and Ms. Fujioka."

"Well uh, thank you, I guess." Haruhi said, not really knowing if she should take it as a compliment or not for her and her sister.

"Let's just run and get out of here, Haruhi." Y/n whispered quietly to her older sister, making sure that the six boys that were members of the Host Club didn't hear her.

But before they could even move an inch, the blond haired boy placed his hands around both Haruhi and Y/n's shoulders, suddenly standing in between them. "You're welcome! Ah, you're both twins. Not identical, but still twins." The blond haired boy charmingly smiled, looking down at the two girls. "A boy and a girl."

'Boy?' Y/n thought with a raised eyebrow and looked over to Haruhi. 'Oh...' She held back a small laugh as she glanced over at the blond haired male with tender, lilac colored eyes. 'This is going to be interesting...but I don't want to stick around to witness it.'

Y/n then realized that during the time they've been in that room, the Host Club members, that have spoken, referred to Haruhi and her as 'Mr. and Ms.'

'They think Haruhi is a guy.' Y/n thought, trying to hold in a humorous laugh. Y/n looked over at her sister, gazing at her figure from head to toe. Haruhi did kind of look like a boy...if you were standing a fair distance away from her, but it's obvious that some people think of her to be a male. Especially after this encounter with the Host Club. Her dark brown hair was short and messy, she had big glasses on that practically covered the top part of her facial features, she was wearing clothes that actually belonged to their father, and her chest was small. It would be hard to tell if she had any breasts due to how baggy the sweater she was wearing was.

Y/n, on the other hand, had shoulder length, wavy, dark brown hair that was parted and pushed over to the right, she had a bigger chest than Haruhi but it wasn't too big. It was a B-Sized cup. Y/n wore black jeans with a white 'Thrasher' labeled shirt, and black Thrasher shoes that had flames on the side.

"You're a hero to other poor people, Fujiokas'! You've both shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy."

Y/n's need to laugh from before soon went away once Tamaki's words hit her ears. Y/n and Haruhi moved to the right, shuffling to get away from the expressive, blond headed high schooler, but that didn't do anything because he followed them and continued his vivid subject based on the two sisters.

"It must be hard for you both to constantly be looked down upon by others." He articulated.

"I think you're taking this 'poor' thing too far." Y/n said while she and Haruhi shuffled over to the left once the high schooler journeyed to their direction.

"Spurned! Neglected! That doesn't matter now," the male stated and was able to move closer to the two siblings. "Long live the poor!" He placed his hands, yet again, on Y/n and Haruhi's shoulders. "We welcome you, poor siblings, to our world of beauty!"

"We're out of here." Haruhi mumbled as she and Y/n made their way to the door, leaving the blond haired student with his arms extended upwards.

"Hey!" A little kid with golden-blond hair exclaimed happily as he pulled the two girls away from the door, keeping a hold on either of their arms. He was short and seemed childish, but he was wearing a high school uniform. His aura felt as if little flower blossoms were floating around him. "Come back here, Haru-Chan! Y/n-Chan! You must be like a superhero or something! That's so cool!"

"We're not hero's, we're honor students." Haruhi muttered. "And who're you calling 'Haru-Chan'?!" Haruhi exclaimed in the kids face when realizing what he nicknamed her, making him scream and back away from Haruhi and Y/n, quickly making his way to the tallest boy in the room that had jet-black hair, seeking comfort from him.

Y/n sighed and placed a hand on Haruhi's shoulder, a silent way of telling Haruhi to calm down.

"I never would've imagined that one of the famous scholars would be so openly gay..." The tall blond haired male thought out loud, placing his chin on his index finger and thumb, standing off to the side.

Y/n and Haruhi's faced dropped. They turned their attention to the blond haired student.

"Openly what?" Haruhi questioned quietly, sweat forming on her forehead.

"So tell me what kind of guys you're into?" He asked, putting his index finger up. "Do you like the strong, silent type? The boy Lolita? How about the mischievous type? Or the cool type?"

Haruhi and Y/n took steps back, letting out shaky gasps. What they didn't realize was that they were getting closer to a pedestal-stand that had a baby blue, glass vase each back step they took.

"Uh...I, uh...it's not like that! We were just looking for a quiet place to study!" Haruhi explained nervously and Y/n nodded quickly, stopping their movements.

"Or maybe...," the boy slid his hand under Haruhi's chin, tilting her head slightly upwards, and brought his face closer to hers, "you're into a guy like me? What do you say?"

Haruhi stammered for a second and jumped away from the blond headed boy, making her bump into the beautiful, big vase that was on the wooden pedestal.

Y/n and Haruhi gasped. It was like everything turned into slow-motion. The vase began to fall. Y/n and Haruhi reached out for the vase, trying to grab it, but it was too late. The vase shattered into pieces, leaving Haruhi and Y/n whimpering quietly as they look at the now broken vase with terror and gaped mouths.

The twins from earlier, Hikaru and Kaoru, appeared behind the two sisters and groaned in fake dismay.

"We were going to feature that Renaissance vase in an upcoming school auction!" The twin to the right informed, his voice being a bit low and clear.

"Oh, now you've done it, commoners. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!" The twin on the left stated, his voice sounding different than his twin brothers. His voice was a higher pitch and it was a little raspy.

"What?! Eight million yen?!" Haruhi and Y/n exclaimed and groaned as they leaned themselves weakly on the wooden pedestal that once held the now shattered Renaissance vase.

"How many thousand yen is that?" Haruhi began to mumble as she and her sister use their fingers to do the math. "How many thousands are in a million?"

The two siblings stood up straight and turned around to face the Host Club.

"Uh, we're gonna have to pay you back..." Y/n said sheepishly.

"With what money?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked synchronized, looking at each other with their hands held out in a shrug. "You guys can't even afford a school uniform."

"What's with that grubby outfit you've got on, anyway?" The twin with the small hint of raspiness in his voice criticized, pointing at Haruhi's choice of clothing while the student with dark, raven hair and glasses crouched down to pick up a piece of the shattered vase.

"Well, what do you think we should do, Tamaki?" The boy asked, standing up straight, and holding one of the broken pieces of the vase he picked up.

The blond boy with lilac eyes, now known as Tamaki, sat down on a chair and crossed his right leg over his left.

"There's a famous saying you may have heard, Fujiokas'." Tamaki began and pointed his index finger at the two girls. "'When in Rome, you should do as the Romans do.' Since you both have no money, you can pay with your body. That means starting today, you're the Host Club's dog!"

Y/n and Haruhi stood still with a dumbfounded and dazed expression, growing pale at the situation they have got themselves into.

'I don't know if we can handle this, mom. Me and Y/n have been captured by a bunch of boys that are calling themselves a Host Club.' Haruhi thought as she stayed still along side Y/n, not even realizing that the Host Club members have moved closer to the two siblings.

"Poke, poke." The small kid with golden-blond hair poked Haruhi two times on the shoulder using his index finger.

The said girl didn't respond.

Haruhi then fainted and landed on the floor. Y/n snapped out of her dazed state at the sudden collapse her sister took.

"Huh? Haruhi?" Y/n called as she looked down at her sister. "Hello? Haruhi?" She repeated and crouched down next to her sister, using her hand to slightly shake Haruhi's shoulder to see if that would make her conscious again. "Oh god... I can't believe Haruhi passed out." She muttered under her breath.

"Well, we'll just place him on the couch until he wakes up." The boy with glasses said with his arms crossed over his chest.

Y/n sighed, concern filling her up as she looked down at her passed out sister.

"Y/n-Chan, now that I think about it...," the small kid began, moving closer to her, "who's older?"

'Is this really the time? My sister just passed out, but yet again, no one in this damn room knows that she's a girl other than myself.'

"Haruhi is older by eight minutes."

"Aw! That means your his younger sister!" The kid smiled brightly.

"Uh, yeah..." Y/n looked at the short male then at the other members of the club. "Um... So what are your names?"

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